Dear God in Heaven.

I stared down at the gorgeous girl beneath me. Her eyes were heavy lidded as she stared up at me. Her lips were pink and juicy. Her cheeks were flushed.

And her tits- her glorious tits were almost exposed.

Just one- more- button-

I moaned at the sight of them. Her plain black bra held them down, creating two delicious round mounds above. The bra was big, but she was still spilling out of it.

Yes, Tabby was blessed in the breast department. And then some.

I leaned down to kiss the juicy tops and moaned at the silky softness under my lips.

"Hmmm... perfect..."

Even perfect was an understatement. Her tits were phenomenal. Better than perfect.

The girl deserved a Goddamn blue ribbon for them. An award. A plaque to hang on the wall that said:

I reached behind her narrow back to unclasp her bra, while nibbling on her ear. I tugged her shirt off her shoulders. She made a squeaky sound of alarm, like a cute little kitty.

"What if your mom comes down here?"

I lifted my head.

"Do you want to go into the bedroom?"

"Yes. Please."

She nodded shyly and looked up at me. I felt my cock lurch in my jeans. This was happening. It was finally finally happening.

I was getting my hands on Tabitha.

Her and her sinful, ridiculous, mind bending curves.

I just had to get both of us into the bedroom to do it. I could have cried. The old me would have lifted her up and carried her in. I would have lowered her to the bed and-

"Are you okay?"

I nodded, determined to get her in my bed and out of her clothes as quickly as possible. I was afraid she might change her mind before I could make her see the rightness of this.

The rightness of us.

I was in the chair and tugging her onto my lap before she could blink. I didn't trust her not to make a run for it before we got started again.

I couldn’t risk it.

She was just that skittish.

And I was going to find out why.

Just as soon as I let out ten years of untapped lust on her delicious body.

Hell, it was going to take a hell of a lot longer than one night to slow me down. But I could get started on easing the ache inside me only Tabby could sooth.

I could hardly wait to get my hands on her.

Tabby let out a soft yip as I squeezed her, rolling us rapidly into the bedroom. I'd gotten adept at buzzing around the lower level since I moved in. Soon, enough I'd be using a walker. Then, I'd be walking with a cane. And then, without.

I decided the first thing I would do when I could walk again was pick her up and carry her around. Maybe pick an advanced level position to try out. Or two.

Or ten.

Up against a wall sounded good. Or bent over a table. Or just standing in the middle of the room with her touching her toes.

Tabby stood up before I could show off by lifting her to the bed. I hopped on and reached for her. She came willingly, but she looked so shy. So nervous.

I hated the thought that she was afraid of me. Or was she afraid of sex? Something was up, but I couldn't figure it out. I thought she might have had bad lovers in the past. Maybe she didn't know how much pleasure a considerate partner could give her.

Well, she was about to find out.

I smiled grimly. I was determined to make her forget every other guy she’d had. I’d blot out the memory of them, just the way she eradicated the thought of any other girl for me.

I wasn't letting her out this bed until she'd come at least five or six times.

She was warm and soft and sweet as I pulled her into my arms and rolled her beneath me.

I groaned as our bodies tangled on the bedspread. I cupped her head, letting myself take all the time I wanted with this. It was just a kiss. But one of sweet surrender.

Tabby was giving in. And doing it so sweetly it made my insides ache.

Soon enough I busied my hands with her clothes. It felt like I'd waited forever. Hell, I kind of had waited forever. I was eager to say the least, as I started undressing her again.

Finally that top came all the way off. Then her bra. This was it. The moment I’d been dreaming of since I was a horny teenager with dreams of a naked Tabitha Peterson dancing in my head.

I stopped, realizing there was another bra underneath it. She wasn’t naked yet dammit. I would have said something but Tabby looked mortified. I didn't stop though.

I just unhooked the other one.

All my breath came out in a whoosh as my eyes feasted on her naked flesh. Two glorious globes of epic proportions. Gravity defying mounds of soft pink flesh, topped with big hard nipples that were a dusky red.

Holy hell, the woman was perfect. Beyond perfect. My eyes almost bugged out of my head, trying to see everything at once. Her tiny waist. Her sweetly rounded belly.

And those tits. Those magnificent, epic tits.

She crossed her wrists, covering her breasts with her hands. But her chest was so big that her hands didn't begin to hide her lush curves.

A good thing too.

"Let me see you Tabby..."

I reached for her, gently pulling her arms away. I cupped her beautiful breasts in my hands. Oh God. Hot, soft silk. They felt so delicious in my palms that I let out a moan.

"Hmmmffff.... Jesus Tabby... so good... so perfect..."

Then I lowered my head, unable to resist pulling a nipple into my mouth. She tasted so sweet, like honey and cinnamon and vanilla. She was the dessert to end all desserts.

Basically she was my own personal sticky bun.

Oh yeah, I was going to busy with this for a while.

A good long while.

I closed my eyes in bliss and went to town.